This is a song about "Left"

She knows you masturbate left handed

Get the zippo and spark the shit

And oh, i gotta find my way

Got nothing left to say

And i'm left for the corrections,

I never fit in with them light skins

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

I'm still confused about why you left

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Your father left you for another

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Take the exit, the nearest left

Your family is left wondering why

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

His ego left bloated

Gotti here, i’m in this shit